6/10/2008

Return of the UFIL

Filed under: — Kate @ 2:12 am EST

I’m still back! I swear! Just been a little swamped.

Remember the UFIL? Well he just arrived (at 1:30 am) for a three week visit. He was supposed to be here at 3:30, but his flight from Italy was delayed, so he missed his connecting flight in Paris, then got rerouted through Atlanta before he finally made it to Philly. Poor Papi.

The bad news? We still only have a one-bedroom apartment.

The good news? It’s not the UMIL.

6/21/2006

UFIL

Filed under: — Kate @ 9:24 am EST

Many of you may recall my adventures with the UMIL last year. Well, now it’s time for the UFIL. That’s right, my un-father-in-law is coming to visit for two weeks.

Now he’s rather harmless when compared to the UMIL, but he does present his own set of challenges.

For starters, he’s a bit older, so it’s harder to find ways of occupying him. He doesn’t do tons of walking, and as far as he’s concerned, he’s seen everything there is to see.

He goes to bed early (like 8 or 9 PM), which isn’t a big deal until you consider that we only have one bedroom. Try working that one out. Last time he was here, I was a prisoner in my bedroom for most of the evenings. The good thing is that he’ll probably only be sleeping at our place for 4 or 5 nights, because he’ll be staying at a place down the street or travelling the rest of the time.

Perhaps the biggest stumbling block, though, is the language barrier. His English has gotten worse, and my Italian has stayed, well, non-existent. All I can say is “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” and an assortment of dirty words and blasphemes. (And yes, I know that’s pathetic given that I’ve lived with a native Italian speaker for the last 5 years, but that’s not really the point right now, is it?)

He arrives late this afternoon, so I’m home from work today getting ready for him. Wish me luck!

11/27/2005

It’s All Over Now

Filed under: — Kate @ 2:57 pm EST

Well, I made the cake for UMIL. I wanted to make a Navajo sand painting, because I know she’s interested in Navajo culture, and it would be different from the typical flowers and “Happy Birthday” style cakes.

I got my inspiration from the artwork we saw on the Navajo Reservation this past July, as well as a few online sources (namely this one) and a couple google image searches.

I think it came out pretty well, though it was a bit iffy there for a while. Let me tell you, it is NOT easy to force sugar into small detailed patterns.

As it turns out, this was the first time anyone baked UMIL a birthday cake in forty years, so hopefully that wins me a few points. ;-)

Anyway, she is gone now, Thanksgiving is over, and things are slowly turning back to normal around here. As far as normal goes, anyway.

11/23/2005

Just Call Me Martha

Filed under: — Kate @ 2:27 pm EST

I’m home baking a cake for the UMIL (today is her birthday). So far the concept is going really well. Maybe I’ll post a picture if the real thing turns out anything like my fantasy.

11/22/2005

UMIL: Day 12 - If She Leaves Us Alone, We Would Have A Happy Home

Filed under: — Kate @ 1:11 pm EST

Mother-In-Law
lyrics by Ernie K-Doe, 1961

The worst person I know
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
She worries me so
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
If she leaves us alone
We would have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law

I come home with my pay
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
She asks me what I make
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
She thinks her advice is a contribution
But if she will leave that will be the solution
And don’t come back no more
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law

Sin should be her name
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
To me there about the same
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
Every time I open my mouth
She steps in and tries to put me out
How could she stoop so low
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law
Mother-In-Law, Mother-In-Law

11/16/2005

UMIL: Day 7

Filed under: — Kate @ 11:02 am EST

Thanks to all who gave me kind words when I was freaking out yesterday and the night before about UMIL’s disapproval of me. Today I’m feeling a little better.

I try to approach the situation with humor, because otherwise all I’d have is anger. And well, anger is bad. :-p

I did get some thoughtful advice from people yesterday…

From my dad:
He’s her guy, and she’ll do anything to hold onto that. You are a threat to her, so she’s fighting back.

From my boss (who always has such a way with words):
If you’re planning on marrying this guy—or okay, living in sin for the rest of your life, whatever—she’s not going anywhere and you have to find a way to get along with her.

Ehhhh, so I didn’t ask for her, but boy do I have to deal with her. I just have to remind myself that I’m lucky I don’t have to spend whole entire days with the UMIL.

And I must remember to laugh.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

11/15/2005

UMIL: Day 6

Filed under: — Kate @ 11:24 am EST

Wow! Has it really been six days? More like five until this evening, but it’s the sixth calendar day. So… how are we doing?

Well, dinner with my parents on Saturday went very well. Better than I expected, actually. Hooray for us!

But last night I got my first feedback on what UMIL thinks of me. Let’s see…

I’m cold and distant. I’m not reaching out to her. And I’m bossy and ungrateful.

I’m messy (which is true, but I’ve been on extra super duper good behavior and I haven’t actually done anything messy). This comment was supposedly prompted by two water pitchers that were left out, even though I was not the only person using them. In fact, while they were off in New York earlier that same day, I had to clean up a miniature espresso flood that was inadvertently left for me in my kitchen, and I baked 3 dozen cookies with nary a trace left when I was done.

I have nothing interesting to say. Even my parents ignore me.

I talk too fast (okay, I’ll give her that one).

I think that everything in America is better, even though I never once expressed that sentiment (apparently I can’t even describe the way something is done in the US as a comparison to other countries without exalting the American way of life at the top of my lungs). Half of her sentences to me start off with “You must understand that in Italy, it’s different….” And she can’t believe I haven’t gone over there yet to see and understand how they do things.

Oh, and because I come from a “lower social class,” I mustn’t forget that I’m a “climber,” and I shouldn’t make other people stoop down to my standards.

So, you know… I guess things could be worse. She could be staying for three weeks instead of two.

11/14/2005

Monday Leg Blogging: In Hiding so UMIL Doesn’t Ask What I’m Doing

Filed under: — Kate @ 10:48 am EST

This Week’s Leg Bloggers:
Larakin
Stan

11/11/2005

You’re Not as Ugly as I Thought You Were

Filed under: — Kate @ 11:02 am EST

Well, she’s here. Day one (yesterday) with UMIL went pretty well. I left work a tad early and rushed home to put some last minute things together and bake some cupcakes. There was a little snafu at the airport (will someone please tell me what the problem is with AirFrance’s baggage system?!), which gave me even more time to get things ready. So all in all, not too bad.

Before we went to bed, she told me that I was much more beautiful than she remembered. Now I guess that’s nice, and it has been three years since she’s seen me… but do I really look that shitty in all of the pictures she’s seen of me?

Oh wait… I forgot about this.

11/10/2005

T-2 Hours…

Filed under: — Kate @ 1:52 pm EST

I’m beginning to feel a little panicky.

We are SO not ready for the arrival of the un-mother-in-law (UMIL).

T-1:58…

11/9/2005

T-24 Hours and Counting

Filed under: — Kate @ 4:16 pm EST

Edo’s mom (the UMIL) arrives tomorrow at 3:50 PM. I’ve taken the day off to clean my apartment, stress over little things, and generally freak out.

11/3/2005

She Worries Me So…

Filed under: — Kate @ 12:38 pm EST

Seven days and counting until my un-mother-in-law (UMIL) arrives for her two week stay with us. I’m getting just a tad stressed out, since I want everything to exceed perfection when she comes. Edo says I shouldn’t worry about it, but that’s such a typical male reaction, don’t you think? Because no matter what anyone says, the condition of a home is always a reflection upon the woman. Think about it. (I’m talking about the organization, decoration, design, etc, not the structural aspects).

You see, over the course of our five year relationship, I’ve only met his mom once before. That was three years ago, when she came to stay with us in our old apartment. So I kind of want to impress her. Or at least not un-impress her. I mean, I just don’t want her to leave thinking “Edo’s wasting his time his time here with this ordinary American girl when he could be traveling the world and sleeping with models.”

Oh, and my parents have never met his parents. And I seem to be the only person who thinks it’s about time for that to happen. So I arranged for my parents to come down and have dinner at our place when she’s here. Hence… even more stress.

And then there’s the work-related stress, but that never goes away, so whatever.

Anyway, I guess the point of this post is that I might be a little less bloggy for the next few weeks, though I’ll try to keep up the best I can.